By 4 am on Friday,I am awake and mixing cake ingredients in the kitchen for a jackass who confuses the hell out of me.My movements are slow as I hop from one corner to another,getting the pan and other items ready.I might have won last night's match but Pablo did a good one on me.The bastard managed a kick to my cheek before I knocked him out.I will need an extra layer of foundation to hide the marks.

　　"Sweetheart,what are you doing?"

　　If I wasn't so sleepy,I ...